Chapter 26
Grant held his hand. “Are we safe?”
“I think so.”
Thurman finished off his glass of wine. “He iscute, though.”
The plane picked up speed, then angled into the sky.
With a heavy sigh, Merrick rubbed the bridge of his nose. Not only could they not trust someone close, who knew how many other threats lurked in the shadows. The red-haired man had tried to steal a painting out from under them and yet had saved them from Jordan, possibly twice now.
The plane leveled out. Soon, they’d be in Ballinger, hopefully free of this mess for a bit
“You okay?” Grant squeezed his hand.
Merrick stared into Grant’s eyes. If only they were just headed to a peaceful vacation and he didn’t feel the worry that consumed him.
“Is something wrong?”
“Maybe.”
With everything Merrick had been through, this job was stressing him out the most. But maybe it wasn’t stress he felt. It was more like fear—fear for Grant’s safety.